A PILGRIM'S DIARY 65 the War Lord, of Kalidas, we see the same Aryanis- ing process at work on the congeries of elements that even then were seething and fuming about the feet of one who would fain cast himself upon the occean of the thought of God as Siva. A people that had learnt under Buddhism to worship the solitary life of spiritual culture, a people whose every instinct made for the sanctity of the home, and the purity of the family, found themselves on the one hand enrapt by the conception of God as the Great Monk, and on the other puzzled by the presence of Parbatty. with a train of alien associations. The riddle was solved by the genius of Kalidas. In the Kumara Sambhaba he vindicated triumphantly the Indian ideal of woman and marriage. In Uma, we have a vision of life and love in which the Aryan imagination can rest, without tremor or misgiving. The last remnant of early Bacchus-ideals is banished, however, by the stern fiat of Sankaracharya. Even the popular imagination is called into leash. The Great God is established finally, as the light of knowledge within the soul, Purusha the stirless, the Destroyer of Ignorance. The great prayer to Rudra,— From the Unreal, lead us to the Real! From Darkness, lead us into Light! From Death, lead us to Immortality! Reach us through and through ourself *. * ^ * And evermore protect us Oh Thou Terrible! from ignorance, By Thy Sweet Compassionate Face!